Travelling is fun

Every summer when I was a kid my folks would load all us kids into the old 1953 Chevy and head off to visit my uncle who lived about 500 miles away. I would watch as Dad prepped the 12 year old car changing the oil checking the fluid levels, checking the tires. Carefully going over the maps to figure out the best route, carefully calculating where the gas stations were located. On Monday I had call to make that was almost the same travel distance. I jumped in the truck and started to drive. The sensors told me the tires were full of air, the oil had lots of life, and the GPS pointed out the quickest and easiest route. I didn't have to worry about the gas because the sensors told me I had almost 800 miles of range before I left. I remember Dad wrestling the old car down the road as it picked first one ditch then the other to head toward thanks to the loose steering and biased ply tires. Travel in my truck kind of reminds me of a video game. I sit there and hold the wheel as the scenery flies by.